Josie is the Opposite of Hallelujah

This post has nothing to do with the subject title.

So my WordPress account gives me the ability to track where some of my readers come from and today, whilst scanning through the Stats, I noticed some people had googled my full name and certain event details I have kept relatively private to find my blog and spent a little far too much time reading through archives of this site.  Now this doesn’t come as much of a surprise to me considering I live a rather semi-public life on the internet, what with my job dealing directly with online social media and my constant parading of dirty secrets on the web – but this whole checking up on me deal sort of creeped me out a little. Just a little…spent the rest of the time reveling in the idea that people are actively searching and reading the shit I spout – I am your perfect time waster and an infinite times more exciting than watching a DVD commentary.

Caught Slumdog Millionaire with Klaus mid week – the first 1 hour was intensely captivating, but it got a little anti-climatic 7/8ths into the movie…I’m really not the biggest fan of cliche romances unless they happen to involve me in reality. Very reminsicent of City of God in terms of camera work and of course there were certain parallels only a upper middle class bourgeois would point out, dare I say you’ve seen one shanty town you’ve seen them all? Not surprised that they clinched 8 oscar wins…the other nominees weren’t exactly on par and maybe a tinge of the minority vote helped.

If you care, Klaus and I are doing fine, we’ve even arranged to routinely check with each other if everything is cool…friday evening calls – we’re taking turns. Still, every now and then I get the feeling I should pull back a little more because I’m a little concerned about where we’re going to draw the Friends line. Yet I still play into his charming nazi boy scout advances and get him coffee in the middle of the night. Oh yes you heard me right, I did a Starbucks run this evening – in my defense, I was about to head out for a quiet coffee to begin with and the lucky bastard just had good timing. Left his apartment a little while ago after rolling around in his blanket warming it for him before he got into it. I’m kidding. Spent the drizzly Saturday just the way I enjoy it – lying in bed; I read, he worked and then LTJ Bukem at night. We left early and the party girls and boys went over to D’s for an after party – accidentally leaving poor fifi behind.

Ok, I re-read that part about Klaus and I and I’m starting to get why my friends aren’t completely convinced nothing saucy is going on.

Apparently though, I’m pissing his exes off.

Fyi honey, if you’re wondering what that  awful taste is in your mouth, I’m quite sure it’s the bitter flavor of jealousy.